ONLY A BREATH APART COVER REVEAL

“Would you dare to defy destiny? Are our destinies written in stone? Do we become nothing more than the self-fulfilling prophesies of other people's opinions? Or can we dare to become who we believe we were born to be?”

Have you heard already?

Katie Mcgarry has fantastic news.

A new book coming next year.

ONLY A BREATH APART is a YA novel as marvelous as everything Katie has written in the past, with so much love, passion, and remarkable characters.

A little about the story:

“Jesse dreams of working the land that’s been in his family forever. But he’s cursed to lose everything he loves most.

Scarlett is desperate to escape her “charmed” life. But leaving a small town is easier said than done.

Despite their history of heartbreak, when Jesse sees a way they can work together to each get what they want, Scarlett can’t say no. Each midnight meeting between Jesse and Scarlett will push them to confront their secrets and their feelings for each other.”

ONLY A BREATH APART will be available on all retailers on January 22, 2019!

Pre-orders here:

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Author Bio:

Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.

Katie is the author of full length YA novels, PUSHING THE LIMITS, DARE YOU TO, CRASH INTO YOU, TAKE ME ON, BREAKING THE RULES, and NOWHERE BUT HERE and the e-novellas, CROSSING THE LINE and RED AT NIGHT.

Her debut YA novel, PUSHING THE LIMITS was a 2012 Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction, a RT Magazine's 2012 Reviewer's Choice Awards Nominee for Young Adult Contemporary Novel, a double Rita Finalist, and a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick. DARE YOU TO was also a Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction and won RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for Young Adult Contemporary fiction in 2013.

 Links:

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X is for...XENNIALS

Why do we feel like outsiders sometimes?

The answer is because we’re special. Let’s see:  

As children we played outdoors, engaged in games we made ourselves, a long time before the advent of gaming consoles, we wrote actual letters for our friends and passed notes in class.

We weren’t able to coordinate meeting using text or WhatsApp, we had to use a receiver to call to our friends’ houses, speak to their parents and then finally we could talk to our friends, without not privacy, btw.

 We don’t always have a cell phone, but we grew up watching their development.

We don’t always have an iPod. When we were teens, we recorded cassettes from the radio. I remember the adrenaline and the excitement when a favorite song was played, and we get to press the rec button on time.

We use social media but can remember living life without it. Before social media we needed to rely on our best friend and her ability to gossip, so we can have information about the boy we liked.

The internet was not a part of our childhoods, that’s true, but also, it’s true that computers existed and there was something special about the opportunity to use one.

 Economically, Xennials have seen it all. They are old enough to remember the end of a long period of growth (following a small recession) in the 1990s, but they came of age around the time that the “dot-com bubble” burst and saw the decline and major recession of the 2000s. In other words, they were first given a sweet taste of the good life and then kicked in the face.

Xennials aren't too much of any one thing, it’s more like a unique situation of balance.

Some people say that Xennials are the lucky ones.

Like I said, we’re not lucky.  we’re special. 

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W is for...WISHES

“Star light Star bright,

 First star I see tonight,

I wish I may,

I wish I might,

I have a wish, I wish tonight. “

Pick and star, make a wish, dream about it and then work to make it real.

Never stop dreaming,

Never stop fighting,

  

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atozchallenge website.

R is for ROBERT FROST.

This is one of my favorites poems by Roberts frost and ever.

When I’m tired, when I want to escape, when I need a moment to myself,

I read the last part of the poem,

it always reminds me that the more important of life is to live.

BIRCHES

Year:1969

…So was I once myself a swinger of birches.

And so, I dream of going back to be.

It's when I'm weary of considerations,

And life is too much like a pathless wood

Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs

Broken across it, and one eye is weeping

From a twig's having lashed across it open.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile

And then come back to it and begin over.

May no fate willfully misunderstand me

And half grant what I wish and snatch me away

Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:

I don't know where it's likely to go better.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,

And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk

Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,

But dipped its top and set me down again.

That would be good both going and coming back.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

NOTE: Images were taken from www.google.com & atozchallenge

N is for...NOT ENOUGH

The third week in the AtoZchallenge starts we a story where love sometimes is not enough.

Jake ran through the train station, searching the sea of people, it couldn’t be late. It couldn’t.

“Sarah!”

            There she was, beautiful as always. He walked to her with a sense of relief and fear at the                    same time, praying, hoping.

“I don’t want you to go, I was wrong, I love you.”

Sarah looked into his eyes without talking.

“Please say something.”

Finally, she went to her tip-toes and kissed his cheek. “Sometimes Love is not enough.                        Goodbye, my love.”

Sarah turned around and walked away.

           

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KISS

A first Kiss scene:

He moved slow, closing the distance between them, He lifted his hand to take away a lock of hair from her face, and gently he placed his hands on both sides of her neck. She had a horse racing when her beating heart should be. She closed her eyes and for a sec forgot to breathe.

She felt the brush of his lips in hers, very light and sweet at first, like cotton candy, then, their mouths began to move in an intense rhythm and she could feel the taste of his lips, of his tongue. One of his hands went from her neck to her back bringing her closer to him. She had her hands on his waist, then she moved them slowly toward his back underneath his jacket, touching his muscles made from steel, very aware of his entire body; she felt she was going to faint when he bit her lower lip.  She had been kissed before, but this felt like fireworks on July Fourth. 

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JESUS LOVES ME

Today’s post is in his honor.

Jesus loves me by Anna Bartlett Warner.

“Jesus loves me still today,

Walking with me on my way,

Wanting as a friend to give

Light and love to all who live.

Jesus loves me! He who died

Heaven’s gate to open wide;

He will wash away my sin,

Let His little child come in.

Jesus loves me! He will stay

Close beside me all the way;

Thou hast bled and died for me,

I will henceforth live for Thee.”

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INSPIRATIONAL SONGS

When I'm sad or tired or I just need inspiration these songs always help me.

Unwritten, By Natasha Bedingfield:

…No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else.

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

Try, By Pink:

Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame,

Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned

But just because it burns, doesn't mean you're gonna die

You gotta get up and try.

I lived, By One Republic:

Hope when you take that jump

You don't fear the fall

Hope when the water rises

You built a wall

Hope when the crowd screams out

They're screaming your name

Hope if everybody runs

You choose to stay.

Stand by you, By Rachel Platten:

And love, if your wings are broken

Borrow mine so yours can open too

'Cause I'm gonna stand by you,

Even if we're breaking down, we can find a way to break through

Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through hell with you

Love, you're not alone, 'cause I'm gonna stand by you.

Breakaway, By Kelly Clarkson:

I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky

And I'll make a wish

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the sun

But I won't forget all the ones that I love

I'll take a risk

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway

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H is for...HUMAN RIGHTS, ALWAYS

Human Rights are more than words.

Human rights are for each human being.

Human Rights more than ever,

We don’t need to fight, instead, we need faith.

Human Right to a better World.

It’s possible,

It could be real,

Keep going, keep talking, keep spreading the word.

Check the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ep93Tqc_i-g

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G is for...GUARDIAN ANGEL

Guardian Angels are real. I know it, I’ve seen mine in my dreams.

My angel is beautiful and loyal, she’s always with me.

When I’m scared, when I’m sad or angry or just frustrated,

And suddenly I felt how a soft breeze clear my mind, It’s my angel

telling me everything is okay.

When I was seven my dad told me, don’t worry, your angel will always keep you safe.

I know it now, I knew it then, and every night I pray to say thanks. 

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CON SABOR A HOGAR

A la edad de ocho años solía sentarme en la mesa del comedor y observar con admiración, en silencio y sin tocar, pues esa era la regla, como mi abuela le daba vida a los mejores platos de comida. Recetas que sólo estaban en su cabeza, pero luego de años de tan sólo mirar, las aprendí de memoria, el gran problema es que no heredé su arte culinario o su entusiasmo por cocinar.

La torta de chocolate era mi favorita, cada diciembre esperaba con ansias el momento de su elaboración. La mejor parte eran cuando por fin podía tener las sobras del arequipe y pudín, para luego untarlas al bizcocho, aquél que mi abuela nunca confesó cocinar especialmente para sus nietos, pues ella no era una consentidora.

Todos en la familia tenían sus preferencias, no sólo yo, y mi abuela en su estilo muy aguerrido trataba de complacer todos los gustos, pero es que hasta el café preparado por ella tenía un sabor único.

El pasado mes de diciembre tuve la oportunidad de celebrar el año nuevo con un pedacito de mi familia, y gracias a mi talentosa prima, quién sí heredó el arte culinario de mi abuela, puede probar nuevamente la mágica torta de chocolate, su sabor me llenó de melancolía, era como estar de regreso en casa.

Dicen por allí que el hogar no es un lugar, sino donde el corazón se encuentre. En los cinco años que llevo lejos de la tierra que me vio crecer, la pregunta constante entre mis conocidos y amigos es acerca de lo que más extraño. La comida? EL trabajo? La cultura? Las fiestas o el compartir?

Mi respuesta es siempre la misma, aquello que más extraño es a mi gente, pues los sabores, aromas, memorias, y mi corazón estarán por siempre dondequiera que ellos se encuentren.

THE SOUND OF FREEDOM

There is a building construction in progress across the street.

The parking lot in front of me is over flooded.

Plenty of cars are going back and for through the highway.

And then in the midst of the chaos, I’m feeling so much peace.

That peace is a true sign that I’m moving on.

I still don’t know what is going to be the next chapter in my life,

 But, I’m certainly sure I made the right choice. 

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FIVE YEARS ALREADY?

Do you know how much time five years are?

Let me tell you how much it is.

It’s the amount of time I’ve been without hugging my parents and bickering with them. Let’s be honest, it used to happen all the time.

It’s the amount of time I’ve been without giving orders to my brothers. Because when they are handsome men already, I’m the oldest sister that means, I’m always the boss.

It’s the amount of time I’ve been without having coffee with my friends and sharing work’s gossips.  Just so you know they are the best. My friends and work’s gossips.

It has been five years, since the night when we arrived at this land very far at North, we our life fitted in a couple of suitcases and our hope packaged in our hearts.

Five years ago, I was born again.

Five years ago, I fall in love with a country so noble; it allowed me to keep my feelings for my first love.

Venezuela, I miss you so much and I’ll love you forever.

But five years ago I took a chance. I decided to live the adventure.  

Today I know it was worth the effort, because my new home is beautiful and kind, with snow, hockey and maple syrup.

Canada, I just want you to know I’m happy here.    

CONFESSIONS

After reading Confess by Colleen Hoover, and having recovered from my broken heart thanks to that book, I felt inspired to write my own confessions.

So, here they are:

I confess, I lie to my daughter when I tell her vegetables taste good. I hate vegetables.

I confess, I have a guilty pleasure for t.v shows about drama and suffering. Really, there are a few shows I can’t stop watching them.

I confess my fascination for everything Pink. I do believe I’m a princess and I’m not ashamed of that.

I confess my terrible OCD behavior and how is affecting my life. I can’t stop thinking about those things I can’t control, and that’s killing me.

I confess, I’m terrified of changes. I know I need to leave my comfort zone. I know that somewhere there is greatness for me, still, I don’t know how to make myself go outside and conquer my world.

I confess my fear of failing.

I confess that I scared of realizing one day that I didn’t know how to live.

I don’t want to waste more time.

I don’t want to feel alone anymore.

I don’t want to be afraid of my dreams.

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DECEPTION

I wrote this piece when I was seventeen.
A proof of the dramatic teenager I was.

I want to close my eyes forever and don’t be able to see you anymore.

I want to cover my ears; I need not to listen to your beautiful voice again.

I want to stop my heart because every beat is for you.

I want to go back to that time when I wasn’t broken,

I want to go back to that time when I was myself.

I want to go back to that time before you.

Z IS FOR....

ZZzzz 

Tonight go to sleep and have some dreams…

Dream about the life you want.

Dream about what makes you happy.

Dream about wishes, flowers, castles and stars...

Dreams come true… Always believe in that.

But for that to happen, you must to work on it.

Magic exists… Just, if you are willing to create it.

Good Night!

Last day of #atozchallenge... Wonderful month!

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